This is my first fanfic, and it's probably a one shot. It is Roxanne's POV and describes her meeting with Dustfinger. I'm not sure if Cornelia Funke has this scene anywhere in her books, or if I got any details wrong, but I did read them some time ago so bits have faded. Also, I read them in German, so I may have some of the names etc. wrong.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Inkworld series.
Roxanne made her way around the crowded marketplace, looking for each herb on the list carefully, selecting only the best. Even though she was only 16 she had the greatest knowledge of plants inside the city walls. Only Violante's books knew more, oh, if only she could read those books. Pore over them like the princess, being Cosimo's wife would not be bad either. But she didn't want to look like the soon to be queen of the dominion… She shook her head, clearing the childish thoughts; Cosimo would never be hers, even with pining. She glanced down at the piece of parchment clutched in her hand; she had all the items she needed. She turned her face up to the sun, which bored through the many coloured banners, letting her olive skin soak in more of its rays. She had nothing to do for the minuet; a little wandering would not hurt. She meandered round the colourful stalls thinking wistfully of what she would buy if she had the money. Pausing to get a sweet cake from one of the many vendors that stood on the market, she walked on. Past yet more stalls full of interesting (ore not so interesting) wares, their sellers shouting out the particular benefits of this or that. She drifted through the crowd aimlessly, enjoying the hustle and bustle of colours, sounds and smells. She stopped on a whim to watch a fire eater. She looked at him in interest; he was young and not at all bad looking. His red hair caught the sunlight, shining like the fire he was eating. He turned his head toward her, those startling green eyes catching hers. The stare was only there for a few seconds but it was enough, enough for her to forget any of the thoughts she had ever entertained about Cosimo. She blinked, startled, and realised the man's show has ended. "Come on miss, I can't be that good" the rough voice startled her out of her musings. She shook her head again, and found herself face to face with the handsome stranger. "Pardon me," she said "I have no idea what you are talking about." He smiled at her "You've been staring at me for the last ten minuets!" She blushed and looked down at her scuffled leather slippers; "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude…" she trailed off, what should she say? He smiled again "Come," he took her arm "Let me buy you a mug of ale…"
I never thought I would write this, but please review. Please, please, point out spelling and grammar mistakes, because I'm dyslexic. Also, anything I've gotten wrong, story wise, please tell me.